Buddha may have a kick in his brain
By penance of self-imposed starvation
And preach a secret of salvation
For the past twenty-five hundred years on.
By then come Newton, Marx, Einstein,
Then there may be others yet to follow on.

The Seconds, Thirds, Fourths, and so on,
In their ranks and files in-the-line
Convert the theories into technologies;
Religious; political; trade; economic; war;
For the salvation of the ruling classes
In the name of liberated (sic) civilisation.

The Masters of the Universe, meanwhile,
Men in Black, Batman, Spiderman, Superman
Entertain the thoroughly bored masses
In the humdrum daily of their living
While they curse the gift of Life often
Rather than take charge of their living.

And the masses get kick in their belly.
Even the insects in their short life-span
Are better of than the humans, to live in
Abundance in quality that’s far superior.
Nature, after all, doesn’t follow the theories
Of men howsoever they may be enlightened.